Angel's Story (Tyr & Angelicxdream)

[Tyr]

Dangling outside was a mostly lit neon sign that flashed the Foxy Lady, with a partially clad woman bending over the words. The Foxy Lady was a gentleman’s club, well actually a strip joint. The parking lot was full of every kind of car imaginable, a place where white and blue collar met for some adult entertainment. Located in an old industrial area, it was a actually part of a failed revitalization programs for the city, as they tried to remove polluting heavy industry, with clean environmentally friendly businesses. So the Foxy Lady had energy efficient fluorescent bulbs, bamboo floors, and recycled dance pool, probably not what the founding fathers had in mind, well at least not when their wives were around.

Big Mike stood by the entry door checking identifications and watching for any overly exuberant customer up near the stage. The place had dim lighting, except the stage area where the girls performed. His long blond hair in a ponytail, his arms crossed he waited anxiously for the next dancer, his new girlfriend. Though they’d met here and he knew what she did for a living, he still was finding it difficult coping, especially when the customers tried to touch her. They were allowed to throw money, or put it into her thong, but way many took it as an opportunity to touch a little more. He knew she had to play it up, to get the largest tips, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. Plus the VIP section didn’t help matters, the only thing there was private booths, and he didn’t have to see her rubbing against the customers, which made it slightly better. He was just thankful; she wasn’t one of those sluts that went further if the guy offered more money.

Diamond, was picking up her discarded clothing and the various domination littering the floor. The announcer was already introducing the next dancer.

Give a big round of applause to one of our new favorites, the sexy Angel!

Mike was happy that he was far enough away off stage that Angel couldn’t see his scowl as she was introduced. However sitting down right off the stage, was a very nicely appointed gentleman, obviously someone with money, his drinks were coming directly from a fine bottle of wine, and not the watered down swill served the regular Joes. John Stanford was his name, though most didn’t know it, as they didn’t socialize in the same circles as he did. Mr. Stanford was incredibly wealth, but had a certain proclivity for uninhibited women. The women in his own social circles knew other men such as himself, and could be very problematic when his darker side came out. Thus he trolled the less reputable, seedier spots of the city, where he was unlikely to meet people he knew, and where his money easily purchased the kind of things he desired.

 

[angelicxdream]

Audrey stood behind the red curtain timidly, like she always was when they announced her. She could feel the heat radiating from her pale cheeks. She hoped Mike was near the front this time, so she could see him and have some kind of comfort when she danced. She didn't want to do this, not because it was "dirty", but because.. she wasn't an actress, being the center of attention got her nervous, her palms were sweating, she felt butterflies dance around in her stomach. Her brown hair shifted from one shoulder to the next, her fingers feeling the waves of hair. Tonight, she was wearing a white tank-top, and a pair of matching short-shorts that barely covered her ass and three inch heels that she could barely walk in. Her feet were always so sore when she got home from work. She bit on her lip, she couldn't eat an hour before "work", she was too afraid she would throw up over a customer and that wouldn't be good. She might get fired, and the pay was good. It was better than good. But, many of the girls that had been working at the club longer didn't get half of the money she got from tips and from the VIP booth. So, she wasn't exactly miss popularity. To her, it was just work. In and out. One of the few perks at work was that she got to spend time with her boyfriend on break. Most of the time, she couldn't wait to get home so she could put on a show for him.

That is, when work didn't tire her out. When the curtains rose, she smiled nervously at everyone in the crowd. She felt so intimidated, not knowing if she was doing a good job, and walked over to the metal pole, the light illuminating her slender legs, that were tanned recently at a salon, her black heels making a distinctive sound, hugging the metal pole when she reached it as if she was drowning and it was her life saver. She rubbed herself against it, dancing to the music, praying that she didn't trip on her heels, cleavage was just pouring out of her too-small, and too-tight white tank-top, her breasts were filled by her purple C-cup bra, walking around in a circle, as men began to push bills down her panties. And as always, she couldn't see Mike. He couldn't have gone home because his shift didn't end yet. She wondered where he was, where did he go when she had to work. Her bright blue eyes scanned the audience but nothing, most men had thought she looked innocent hence her stage name but then they had gotten to know her in the VIP booth and their opinions automatically changed drastically. She reached for the water bottle, her water bottle, and poured it over her hot, sweaty body, mingling with her sweat, her white tank-top was now soaked. Her nipples pressed against the fabric of her bra, as she kneeled down on the stage, licking her fingers, trailing it down her shirt.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that she had every man's attention and all of the waitresses, and other women in the audience had a hard time getting them to look up from her. Smiling, she realized that she liked having all this attention even though she got plenty of attention and more from her boyfriend in their home, but this was different. These were men, strangers to her, and they found her immensely attractive. Shyly, she grabbed the bottom of her tank-top, and threw it out into the audience where a gaggle of men sought to grab it in the air, and where another group of men stared at her purple bra, soaked with water. She smiled, and began to sway her hips, as if walking towards them, but never got off the stage. Someone tried to grab at her leg, the only part they could reach but Diamond had already ushered them away, and she guessed that Mike would soon be meeting that gentleman.

 

[Tyr]

Mike couldn’t help but marvel at how attractive Angel was. At home she was Audrey the sweat fun normal girl, but on that stage she was so much more. The looks she gave were far from innocent and sweat, and the way she undulated her body, just exuded pure sex. Very little could be heard over the loud blaring music or the hoots and hollers of the crowd as Angel took the stage. Most of the men were partially out of their seats, with various denomination of currency in their hands trying to get her attention.

One gentleman was a little more enthusiastic, so Mike step off from guarding the front door for a moment, and moves closer to the stage. Usually some quick attention to the matter got things resolved, before they got out of hand. So he steps behind the overly aggressive man, and puts his hand on his shoulder, applying firm pressure.

No touching the girls, unless they ask. Now please be seated and enjoy the show.

Mike had said the same words a thousand times, and the guy gave him a glare, but avoided a direct conflict. Most did avoid a fight, but a few were stupid enough to take a chance and find out just how strong Mike was. This of course was usually followed by a short trip to seek medical attention.

John hadn’t been in this place in over a year, and the last lady to leave the stage was exactly what he wasn’t interested in, a buxom blond with the biggest bought tits, collagen fish lips, and a used and haggard look. So he just sits back and waits for the next performer, hoping he might see something he liked.

The next performer a girl by the name of Angel takes the stage, and his interest is peaked. She was gorgeous, looked fresh, and gave off sexual energy you could feel across the room. Every joint had a girl or two that stood out from the rest, and she was one of them. The lights dimmed and the music began, and John felt him self mesmerized by the rhythmic motions of the girl's nubile body. He even in fact missed that the previous girl, had come from backstage to weave her way through crowds, probably looking to see if who would take her back to the VIP booths for some private time.

Baby you want some company.

John barely turns realizes who it is, and with the back of his hand in a waving fashion he just shoos her away. There was no reason to be polite about it; he had completely no interest in her. His complete attention returning to the stage and a girl named Angel, and so he didn't see the woman's scowl.

 

[angelicxdream]

Angel smiled, and as the music died down, she proceeded to walk back to her dressing room where she could have some privacy. Once inside her room, she slung a clean white towel over her shoulders, snuggling into it peacefully. She heard a knock, and then another knock at her door just as she was about to change. She heard her name being called from someone on the other side, and it didn't sound like anyone she knew. She stood on her tiptoes against the carpeted floor, and saw it was just a delivery person. She opened the door, and he handed her a single red rose. She smiled at the gesture, signed the package so he could be on his way. She didn't know who sent it, but she guessed it was Mike. She set it down on her dresser, and picked up her white t-shirt when there was another knock at the door. This time, it was her boss, informing her that she had a customer waiting for her in the VIP booth, and said he was impatient. She sighed, and nodded. She pulled off her white t-shirt, it was too loose, and too comfortable. She would never be able to wear anything like that in the club and get away with it. She reached for a red halter top that sat in her dresser for "special" occassions, and pulled on a white leather miniskirt up her legs, and her black leather boots up her tanned legs. She began to comb her dark brown hair, smiling at her reflection in the mirror, she looked more appropriate to see people now. Too bad, she had been hoping to head home and grab dinner with Mike. Whenever she didn't have anyone in the VIP booth looking for her, she could head home. Such a pity.

She walked out into the club again, and you'd think that at 3 AM, it'd die down, no.. it was alive as ever. She saw a couple of girls dancing on the stage, where she had been a half an hour ago, and saw someone at the VIP booth, her VIP booth, her name on a card was placed on it, and another card sat across from it, reading 'reserved'. Once she had arrived, she had seen him get up from the booth, and held her hand, letting and helping her to her seat which in this case, included placing his hand on the back of her thigh, and placing her down on the place beside him. She smiled at him, and shook his hand, as if she was about to have lunch with a girlfriend.

"How about something to drink?", he asked.

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Please. It might be my only opportunity to buy such a beautiful woman a drink tonight."

"I'm not much of a drinker. But, I guess a martini couldn't hurt.."

She watched as he called over a waiter, and ordered her drink, and his scotch on the rocks. This man was obviously wealthy, his rolex was proof of that. His hand was sliding up her exposed thighs, his other arm wrapped around her waist loosely but since he was so close to her, she knew he could squeeze her close very easily. She slide onto his lap, knowing he was surprised she was so forward but she wanted this to be worth her time, she was going to get a tip from this, and hoped Mike wasn't watching. She wrapped her arms around his neck as if they were lovers, clamping onto his lap, and began to grind against his crotch, not even flinching when she felt a bulge between his legs, breathing over his ears. She never slept with anyone here, except Mike, but he was different. She shivered as he began to rub down her sides, carressing her curves until they moved higher and higher to fondle with her breasts.

 

[Tyr]

Mike watched the dance from a distance, he understood the logic that they needed money to make ends meet, but still there had to be another way. Oh they’d talked about it, and the logic was easy to see, especially with as much money as Audrey made, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. There was a relief when Angel left the stage, though looking over at the rich man and the hostess talking it was obvious what was being arranged. It happened all the time, and she’d make good tips, still it made him mad, especially since it wouldn’t solve anything for him to go rushing back to the VIP room. Not only would he piss Audrey off, but also he could get fired. He was supposed to watch the stage and door, not piss off the rich customers.

John hadn’t even got to do a proper introduction before she on his lap and grinding. She was far from tentative and obviously knew what she was doing given his body’s immediate reaction to her efforts. They called her Angel, and from his limited experience so far she was far from that. So as her hips rotated and ground, his hand held her about the waist, but soon they were rising up her sides, till they cupped her breasts. John was sure that this creature would be a hot fuck; because she was just such an obviously sexual creature. Facing each other, he whispers in her ear, as his hands begin to explore her lush feminine mounds.

My name is John, and I’m pleased to meet you Angel. You are a very gorgeous girl, though probably everybody says that.

For a person used to being in control, the girl’s rhythmic grinding already had his heart beating faster, and his breath coming at irregular intervals.

Angel is a beautiful name, but I hope that you’re a good girl and not going to leave this gentleman in a compromised position. If you would be so kind, I promise to reward you handsomely for your time.

His thumbs begin to aggressively rub her nipples trapped beneath the thin fabric of her top.

 

[angelicxdream]

No sex. That was the rule. And, she didn't know why but she liked the fact that someone was so entranced with her beauty, if that's what you wanted to call it. She ran through her fingers through John's hair, admiring the strands of his blonde hair, her breathing heavy. And, she didn't want to admit it, because admitting meant that she was willing to almost.. cheat on Mike. But, it wasn't cheating. It was her job. She leaned up to kiss him passionately, and paused to close the curtains behind him all the way so they would have privacy. She didn't see Mike around anywhere, maybe she would be lucky and he would be busy fighting with some punk. Just one client. One hour, and she was done. When he had grabbed her breasts, she let out a throaty moan into his ear, keeping on grinding against his crotch, she felt hot, heat spreading between her legs. She pushed him against the booth, her tongue lining the outer edge of his lips, and sliding itself inside his mouth. She was glad that he was good looking because usually, she had to stomach the disgust for old, rich geezers. Running her fingers down to his crotch, she rubbed at the bulge only from the fabric, watching as it made out one of her favourite shapes, leaning over to suck on his throat, her fingers wandering down his back, admiring the muscles that she found there.

She guessed that Mike wasn't going to get lucky today. She usually could only stand one round of sex if she had worked in the same day. She was always so tired when she got back to their home, their house. You'd think they couldn't afford it with the jobs they led, but she made a lot of cash, and she was very willing to share it with Mike. It took patience, and determination to be comfortable with the job she led. She slide her fingers around his neck, placing one leg on either side of his hips, picking herself up, to unzip his pants and pull them down until they hit the floor. She liked seeing how big his dick was through the thin fabric of the boxers, it aroused her even more, as if she needed that. And, she hadn't had sex with Mike in a while. It was always work, work, work. And, they never touched each other at work. It was too lethal. She would hardly get any customers if they saw that a] she was taken and b] that her boyfriend was the bodyguard at the club.

"Angel is a beautiful name, but I hope that youâ??re a good girl and not going to leave this gentleman in a compromised position. If you would be so kind, I promise to reward you handsomely for your time."

"You should know that I intend to satisfy every desire you have."

 

[Tyr]

This was exactly what John wanted, a gorgeous woman who lacked inhibition. When she leaned in for the kiss he returned it with fiery effort. His lips press against hers, tasting her for the first time, as the temperature in the booth seems to rise. The kiss was full of passion … sexual ferocity as tongue meets tongue, in a wet dance.

Oh don’t make promises you can’t live up to. I have way too many desires young lady, and I somehow doubt that you’ve had enough time to experience everything I enjoy doing.

The tone was matter of fact, not meant to insult, simply to state the obvious. On hand slips under the top, since she wore no bra, and kneads the firm flesh of her breast. The other hand slides gracefully down her back, till it cups the cheek of her ass through the short shorts she wore. His large hands were firm and thorough in their grasp, and the way they moved about her body showed they were far from inexperienced. Each motion was meant to arouse and stimulate her. He’d been with many women, and the years of sexual exploration came out, as tongue, lips and hands worked in a choreographed unison to fuel the fire now burning.

John was pleased, when her small hand reaches into his boxers, to liberate his length. Even now the confines of his pants were insufficient, and the freedom proffered was most wanted. With his pants and short discarded, the large hunk of flesh laid against his body, begging for attention. Some girls didn’t like his size at first, other seemed well overly enthusiastic to try it out, still he just enjoyed the screams of pleasure it brought them all in the end. If she doesn’t object, he begins to remove her top, so he can feast his eyes on her naked chest.

 

[angelicxdream]

Audrey didn't like where this was going. She wanted him deep within her tight pussy. She reached into his hair, gripping him tight, her tongue pushing deeper and deeper within his mouth, sucking on it. She breathed heavily, feeling him lift her up, exuding a girlish squeal from her. She bucked down on his cock, pushing his boxers away, surprised at how big he was, rocking her crotch against his, sighing. Oh god, that felt so good, just feeling his hard cock rub against her shorts. She was practically begging to be fucked, but bit her lip. An hour was going to go by quickly, and then she would be released, and she could do whatever she wanted to Mike at home. That was the plan. His cock was so big, she kept looking down at it, standing proudly, standing erect against the cloth. When he wanted to get off her halter top, she untied the strings at the top, and slowly, let him see her C-cup breasts, her pearly pink nipples firm to the touch.

"Do you like what you see?" She whispered huskily into his ear.

Her dark brown hair ran down her back, leaning her back against the table, her breasts tilted up for him to admire. She wrapped her hands around his dick, rubbing her fingertips at the cockhead, bringing it closer and closer to her cloth covered crotch. Mike had never said anything about how she couldn't show her clients her body, and day by day, she felt like he wasn't admiring her as much as he had when they first met. She let her fingers linger until they cupped his balls, rubbing them in a slow, circular motion with her fingers. She knew she shouldn't want him to fuck her, but he was so ready, and she was so wet, and Mike would never know right? Because he wouldn't spy on her. It wasn't like him. And, this was the first person she was so attracted to, that she wanted him to fuck her. Most of the time, she didn't get aroused during work.

"I wonder what it would feel like if it was inside me.."

 

[Tyr]

John found the girl enchanting, because she wanted it, she wanted to have sex, not because of money, but because she loved it or at least that was his presumption. He’d done this very same thing before in this and other titty bars, and by now there would have been extensive negotiations, haggling and rules, but here and now there were none. The girl was obviously into the moment, and trusting of him to do his part, without all of the drama and fake facades, he seen so many times before.

When she asks him, if he likes what he sees, he doesn’t respond with words, but with action. His hand cups the firm mound of flesh; as his head dips down to suckle at it. The tongue exploring the surface, before the tongue and teeth together ravage her nipple. Where the small nub of flesh stood tall and firm, his tongue bent it to and fro, as a professional wrestler would his opponent making it surrender to his will, while his hot breathe teases its sensitive surface.

Of course her hand weren’t idle, and he could feel them cupping and fondling his balls. The touch was provocative as she was obviously breaking the rules. Most of the girls would tell you they were breaking the rules, and doing you a favor, even though they were being paid, not this girl. She just went at it, doing what came so very naturally between and man and woman. Finally he broke from his assault on her breasts, and quickly answers back her question.

I guess there’s only one-way to find out isn’t there?

The hand kneading the cheek of her ass, slide down her ass, and from behind it slips between her legs. There the fingers begin to press the soft fabric of her shorts, against her pussy. He just stares into her eyes wanting to see the pleasure she was experiencing, as his fingers continue their administration of pleasure. Where his mouth was, his thumb simply continues the effort. Though they had a limited amount of time, before someone would come to check on them, he patiently worked her body, trying to draw forth the maximum pleasure, as if he had all the time in the world and she was the most important thing in it.

 

[angelicxdream]

Audrey shivered, letting out a throaty moan, tangling her fingers in his hair as he dipped his head down to suckle on her nipple, grasping his hair, almost too tightly, pulling him roughly in to take more of her breast, breathing in and out. She didn't know his name, she didn't know anything about him. The fact that she couldn't read his expression, his thoughts was alluring. She knew Mike by heart, but this, a total stranger that wanted to ravage her again and again was so exhilarating. She was beginning to feel like a woman again, she had almost forgotten how much she loved sex when it was done right. And she loved rough sex, none of the making love crap that Mike had done to her when they had just bought their new home together. And Mike would never see, it was so dangerous, so.. thrilling. She pulled off the his shirt, flinging it to the side and kissed him roughly, getting onto his knees to demand for more, her fingers sinking in his smooth hair. She pulled away, reluctantly, looking into those stormy azure eyes that were clouded over with lust, and took a breather, pulling away to breathe.

"Will you be here tomorrow?"

And suddenly, it was like she was hooked. On some kind of sick, twisted drug. Oh wait, she didn't know if she was going to work tomorrow. She blushed, but it was okay. If he was here, she'd find a way. But, did she really want to be that person? Someone to lied to her boyfriend to have some really rough, hot, passionate, sex? She liked who she was when she was with Mike. She liked being sweet, naive, intelligent and beautiful to him. She liked that he cared enough about her to just sit down with a cup of coffee in his hand, and just talk to her like a person. But, sometimes, she just wanted to indulge in sex. She kissed the sides of his neck, nibbling on the smooth skin hard enough to make a hickey, marking him as hers. She didn't know, she wasn't sure, whether she wanted to show him all of her, all of her body. Her thoughts were fluctuating every second, it was hard to keep track, she was very indecisive. She didn't know what she wanted. She didn't want to be flooded with guilt everytime she looked at Mike, she wanted to keep that honest, truthful relationship with him. She didn't want to be the bad guy!

It was like she couldn't take those words back, but she was already in the booth him. She wanted him. Besides, if someone just happens to tell her that she could go home, well.. she would. She was known for being the striptease of the club. Nothing wrong with that. And, she wouldn't be flooded with guilt. She would be free, off the hook. She wouldn't have to look at Mike in the eye and lie. Or worse, unable to look him in the eyes. She continued to grind against his hips, feeling his cock rub against her crotch, it was pure heaven. She began to gasp, breathing into his ear, "Is it always that hard? That big?" She bite her lip, she wanted to suck his dick, but.. she didn't want to be caught in such a position, and it was hard to do it in such a tight, small space especially since the table was there.

 

[Tyr]

The incredibly beautiful woman withering on top of him was affecting John as well. Even though he could smell a light touch of perfume, what now filled his nostrils was the smell of lust and arousal. At no point did his finger slow or halt, their movements meant to keep the fever in her high. Occasionally when he wasn’t speaking, his lips dip to her vulnerable neck, where they lightly nibble, his tongue trailing along the sensitive skin. There was no indecision, or waffling, John was a man that knew what he wanted and took it. John loved gorgeous sexy woman, and this creature was all that and more. She commented on his shaft, and he couldn’t help but answer her initially with a very mischievous grin.

No, only when it sees something as beautiful and sexy as you.

John next comment is strong and firm,

Get up on the table, and I’ll give you a closer look.

His strong-arms picking her up, and hoisting her up onto the table. His eyes, now getting a much clearer view of the luscious pair of breasts she had been blessed with, one of course glistening from his saliva.

Now lie down on your back, head off the edge.

The words are commanding and clear, spoken as if she had no choice. John was used to being in charge, and carried himself in such a manner. He didn’t couch his thoughts or action in questions or compromise he acted not reacted. He stands the python of manhood dangling between his legs. He gives no orders, he simply reaches over her, and at first begins to fondle her breasts, his large hands cupping each in a firm manner. All the while, his shaft dangles but and inch or two from her face, the view and intent clear.

 

[angelicxdream]

Everything was happening so fast, and she couldn't take her eyes off the man that was in front of her. She wasn't too proud to beg for sex at this point, aching to have him inside her. When he picked her up, she squealed, deciding that she liked being handled by him, and did what she was told, afraid that he wouldn't plunge his cock inside her and she needed it badly inside her. She laid down on her back, breathing heavily, she still had her shorts on, and underneath that, were her soaked panties. She reached over to grasp it in her hand, sliding it between her fingers and started to jerk him off. She bite her lip, it felt so good in her hands, it was only supposed to give him pleasure but she was having so much fun with it. She watched as her fingers started to get coated with the precum that was forming along the cockhead. She grabbed it, and started to rub it against her crotch, breathing a sigh of relief, and now that her fingers were coated with the liquid, she parted her lips, and sucked on her fingers, her legs were already spread for him, eager to have him rip off the fabric and let him take her, caution thrown to the wind. But, she didn't know if her shorts ripped were the right thing to do as this was her work shift.

When she found that his cock was standing right in front of her face, she leaned forward to take him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the meat, rocking her rosy lips on the cockhead, tugging it more in her mouth after coating it with her tongue. She took her time, flicking her tongue back and forth against the cockhead, jerking it off in her hand, beginning to take him in, inch by inch, rubbing his balls with her fingertips. Her head bobbed up and down, sucking in more of his cock, she closed her eyes. It was so arousing, giving a blowjob to him, her mouth ached to have more of his cock inside her, exploring every inch he had to offer her, it was so hard, and she could even feel a slight throbbing in her mouth. Her other hand was busy jerking his cock off into her very willing mouth.

 

[Tyr]

John saw the sparkle in her eye and the upturn of a larger smile when he lifted her up to the tabletop. There was no look of exasperation or boredom; no it seemed to him there was anticipation. He’d been with enough women, and to have seen that look of dullness in their eyes, not often, but the ones that just went through the motions, because they wanted something. This girl had none of that, and it looked like she was into the encounter as much as him.

Now that she was laid out on the table, he couldn’t help but marvel at her natural beauty. All of the curves and lines, of her perfectly formed body right there for the taking. John was broken out of his lust filled daze, as he feels her takes his shaft into her warm wet mouth. The touch of her lips along its sensitive surface, along with the stroking action of her hand only further aroused him. The first thought was to plunge himself into her mouth, but such was not for this encounter. Rather he just gives her complete access to his cock, by spreading his legs slightly and moving it forward. Bending his knees slightly so she may feed on all the cock she wants.

While she showed him her oral talent, his hands slides down her front. Again they travel over the perky mounds of her breasts, giving them some attention, but failing to stay for long. The large rough hands slide over her soft skin of her waist and lower abdomen, till they reach the impediment of her short shorts. Not even asking permission, as such was obviously unnecessary, both hands return to the center, and unbutton and unzip the front of her shorts. Now there was sufficient room, for one of his hands to slide down into the treasures nestled between her legs. The fingers together as a group slip over the petals of her sex, gently but firmly rubbing them. The time for timidity is gone, and John wanted her on fire. Deftly they began to rub this sensitive area, with the total intent of inflaming her arousal.

 

[angelicxdream]

Angel removed her mouth from the head of his cock, moving her mouth down to his balls to lick them until they were drenched in her saliva before taking it in her mouth to suck hungrily. Wrapping her other hand over his cock, she jerked him off while she gave his balls some much deserved attention. She didn't even notice when he began to take off her shorts, her nude body exposed to the cool air drifting in and out of the booth. She let out a gasp, her eyes widening as she felt his fingers move in between her legs to rub firmly against her clitoris. She felt a shot of electricity going through her body, her inner lips becoming wet with arousal, practically begging for him to force his cock inside her. She tugged his cock closer to her mouth now, as she began to ravage it, her tongue sweeping over curve, every vein that popped up, beginning to suck on the meat, harder and harder until she began to gradually deepthroat the length. It was so big that she couldn't fit it inside her mouth, gagging a bit when she forced her mouth on it, moaning. It felt so hard, so firm, taking the lubricated cock, and slapping it against her pussy, begging to be fucked, looking up at him. She wasn't thinking about the consequences, she was just thinking about what she needed now.

She adjusted herself on the table, kissing him passionately, sliding her wet entrance against the head of his cock, moaning as she began to grind herself. It felt so good, she squeezed her eyes shut because it felt that good. She gripped the table, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him closer, running her fingers through his hair. She breathed out slowly, she just couldn't wait to have him. She needed him inside her right now! Her eyes were full of lust, shivering as her nipples perked up again, goosebumps running down her arms. She kissed him lustfully, her tongue pushing its way through his mouth with force, tugging on his hair tightly, demanding that he fill her, she didn't have to speak, her message was clear. She wanted him, and she had made her decision.

 

[Tyr]

The dampness coating his fingers was conclusive evidence of her arousal, though the moaning and groan coming from the area between his legs didn’t hurt either. John was relentless in rubbing her clit and the soft petals of her pussy. Though he tried to concentrate on his own efforts to further stimulate her, the mouth now ravenously consuming his length was impossible to ignore. John involuntarily groans when Angel begins to deepthroat him, very few girls have the willingness or ability to do that, and he appreciated it when it happened. If it weren’t for years of experience, he probably would have lost it, when he glances down and sees her gulping down his entire long length. Taking a deep breath and regaining a modicum of control, he continues with rubbing her wet pussy.

The intensity was building, and John knew he needed a momentary brake for the ferocity of it, or he was going to cumm, not that that would be bad, its just that he wanted it to last longer. Luckily he was able to outlast her, because she suddenly releases his length, leaving it to bob in the air dripping in spittle, as she swivels on the table. Like some lazy-suzan of sex she turns around splaying her legs and offering him a complete view of her wet slit. There she lewdly began to grind into him, enticing and challenging him to take her. John knew what she wanted, and he had every of supplying it. Reaching down he grabs a hold of his distended length, which ends in a large bloated purple head.
He felt no compunction to ask permission, or to discuss the matter when the intent was clear. One hand holds her head close in a kiss, as the other guides his hard cock, into her waiting pussy. Looking into her eyes, he nestles the head between the soft fold of flesh, then slowly applies a firm pushing action, as he proceeds to impale her. The large head forging a path against the warm wet resistance of her tight pussy. His tongue dips into her mouth, in unison to his own cock delving deeper and deeper into her heat. Finally he breaks the kiss, having reached bottom, and just stares into her eyes, as he let her get used to the intrusion.

Buried completely to the hilt, he just smiles letting her know how much he’s enjoying the experience. Then very slowly he begins a steady rhythm of thrusts in and out of her, each stroke long and smooth. The tempo controlled as he carefully increases the pace with each thrust.

 

[angelicxdream]

Angel was struggling to stay silent as she watched as he drove his erect cock inside her moist lips. She dug her nails against his neck, pulling him in closer, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist, her fingers snaking inside his hair, gripping him close, not willing for him to leave her anytime soon. She laid back on the table, watching as he pumped it in and out of her wet pussy, on top of her, watching his cock glisten with juices before pushing back inside her. She squeezed her eyes shut, gasping for air, as if she had been underwater. She sucked on his tongue, bucking her hips eagerly to take in more of his cock, everything he was willing to give her, her breasts bouncing under him, her body writhing in pleasure. It was a beautiful sight, watching his cock violate her, taking her over and over again with his demanding thrusts, her legs straddling his hips, plunging her tongue in and out of his mouth.

She was grunting now, breathing into his ear, swinging both legs onto his shoulders so he would have more access. She wanted him inside deeper, leaning her head back to enjoy the sight of his thrusts, hearing the slap against skin, panting. Everytime he would thrust out, she took the opportunity to rub her fingers against the wet, hard surface, before shoving it back in herself. She felt her breasts bounce, crying out over and over again, she normally didn't go so far as having sex with her clients, she just normally played with them and that was it. But, she wanted to get fucked by his cock, gripping the table so she could hold onto something as he hammered into her. With every thrust, she cried out louder and louder. She had a feeling he would be coming back soon, and if he wasn't, it was good she took the opportunity to her advantage and then, she wouldn't have to feel too guilty.

"Uh, don't stop!"

Her dark hair was slapping lightly against her shoulders. She hoped she wasn't being too loud, she didn't want to alert Mike that she was fucking someone else and essentially, breaking the rules. But, she needed sex almost as much as she needed the air to breathe. It was so intoxicating, she could actually smell the room, it smelled much more musky now than it had been when she just walked in. She cried out for more, she was his to be taken, to be ravaged and she wanted to see how good he was in bed. He made her pulse race, and she could barely keep up with the quick, rough thrusts that he was giving her, it was so intoxicating. She breathed out heavily, sweat mingling down their bodies, her attention always seem to be drawn toward the big cock between his legs.

 

[Tyr]

John grunted as he increased the speed and furor of his thrust, each growing faster and stronger than the last. Soon their bodies were coming together with force, as he fucks her hard with his steely length. His girth spreads her lips wide as he plunges into her. The velvety warmth of her moist tunnel hugs his shaft, coating it in her juices, helping speed the journey. His hips undulate pulling back and pushing forward, over and over again.

One moment she is kissing him, the next laying on the table for dear life, as his knifes into her with his engorged manhood. Luckily the table was bolted to the floor or they both would have been in trouble. The only thing protecting them from discovery was the wall and the loud music. Not that John cared in the least if he was discovered. When she’s laying back on the table, he reaches down and grabs a breast with each hand, using it as a type of grip for leverage, as he smacks into her. The finger tips digging into the soft tissue.

She tells him to not to stop, his only response is the loud sound of them coming together.

Smack, smack, smack!

He jackhammers into her, doing what came so naturally, like animals rutting in the wild. He never asked who she was, or if she belonged to another, his only answer to the question was the carnal pounding he was giving her. His ball swings like large pendulums, against her ass. His heart raced, muscles tensed as he continued to quench his animalistic needs, by impaling her over and over again. Small trickles of sweat were forming as he strained to maintain the ferocity of the encounter.

 

[angelicxdream]

Angel was in so much pleasure, just drowning in it. She was begging for more, for him to fuck her like that over and over again. He was such an animal in bed, a wild animal that couldn't possibly be tamed. And this turned her on. She laid back on the table, surprised that it could withstand their weight, her nipples firming up again when he grasped her breasts, eliciting a sharp squeal from her. She kept looking down, watching his cock pump in and out of her cunt, bracing from the harsh, rough impact from it all the while demanding more. It wasn't long before she started screaming, crying out for his name. She hadn't known his first name, but she had been briefed by his last name, as she was with every VIP customer. Mike had never fucked her like this, bucking her hips mercilessly. She liked being fucked like a trophy, like a prized posession, her breasts bouncing up and down. She couldn't even remember when she had last orgasmed, so this was a relief. She needed the rough, carnal sex he was giving her simply because she couldn't wait any more, she couldn't go another minute without being fucked by a big cock.

"Oh, god! Fuck!"

She couldn't remember she was on such a high, it was like she was on ecstasy. She panted, her legs still hung against his shoulder, watching as he sunk his thick cock inside her over and over again, except he was going too fast for her to see in detail every inch of his meat, not that she was complaining. She was so close to orgasming, so close. She squeezed her eyes shut whenever a thrust came that was so fast, and so rough, so delicious that she couldn't simply stand it, her dark eyes illuminated with lust under the candlelight around the booth. She was in the middle of screaming for him, yelling at the top of her lungs, orgasming all over his thick cock, when the bell rang, signaling that the end of the session was official. She breathed heavily, having exactly five minutes to gather her clothes and get the hell out of the booth before Mike would find her at her dressing room, looking up at him.

 

[Tyr]

The sexy girl squirmed, and wiggled around his shaft, as he plundered her treasures. John kept it up, even with the burning sensation in his muscles growing with each pounding thrust. He just didn’t care, he wasn’t going to let up, till they both got the relief they so desired. Her moans were growing, as was the small puddle of juices on the table as he fucked her mercilessly. The tingling in his balls and the feeling of pent up pressure grew, and he continued on slamming himself into her. If anyone were listening they would have known exactly what was going on.

Oh yeah, so fucking close!

The girl wasn’t holding back, she was giving back as good as he was giving. Something he really appreciated in his sexual partners. It could have been her tight pussy, or the bucking of her body against his, but more likely it was the unadulterated scream of pleasure that sent him over the top. He felt it building and knew now that there would be no stopping it, he would fuck her all the way to the end, no matter what that meant. So when she began to cumm all over his cock, he could only plunge himself into her, fucking her as she orgasmed. He heard the bell, and he said fuck it, and just held her in place as he continued fucking her. The orgasm was so close, so near, his cock almost hurt it was so hard.

Fuckkk! I’m cummmming.

And with that he added his seed to her juices. The combination of sexual slime filled her, and spilled onto the table, as his large cock continued to slide in and out of her, the sexual juices squishing out of her tight pussy. Only now did he reduce the force and slow the pace, as the last few thrusts, became just hard jabs. He could see the concerning growing in her eyes, as the time passed, so he backs up, pulling the dripping wet fleshy snake from the folds of her sex. With it came out even more of their combined juices poured onto the table. The room reeked of sex, and John couldn’t help but smile. This for him was what sex was about, the unadulterated joining of man and woman, in an exuberant wild exchange of pleasure.

If time had allowed he would have gone further but such was not possible. He begins pulling up his pants, tucking his wet cock into his pants. He reaches into his jacket, and pulls out a money clip, which he extract a thousand dollars in crisp hundred dollar bills and his personal contact card.

I have a party on my yacht tomorrow evening , of a close group of friends, please attend and I promise to make it worth your while. Say 8:00pm at the marina slip#12, I 'll make sure security knows your coming.

The tone again, was pleasant, matter of fact, and really wasn't a question, so much as a statement.

 

[angelicxdream]

Angel laid on the table, her head thrown back in ecstasy, feeling him pump his cock in and out of her tight pussy. Everytime he thrusted, she cried out in pleasure, reaching over to dig her nails against his shoulders. She squeezed her eyes shut, her inner muscles squeezing his cock with every thrust, luring him inside deeper. Her dark hair was coated in sweat, sticking to her back. She let out a piercing scream, as he began to push his cock in, exploding inside her, bucking her hips to get every drop inside her. With every thrust, she moaned loudly, crying out his name, forcing him in as deep as he would go. She spread her legs, planting the bottom of her feet on the table, giving him more access, but then remembered the bell ding. Like he was any other customer, she began to gather her clothes, and put them on quickly. She didn't want to be caught having sex with the client when she wasn't supposed to. She only had five minutes to get it together. The cleaning staff would think the cum would be from a blowjob or a handjob, which was exactly what she planned to say if she was asked about the mess on the table.

Her eyes bulged when he had pulled out ten hundred dollar bills in a clip, and gave it to her. Damn. He was rich. Ridiculously rich. She placed it in her shorts pocket, and began to zip them up to her waist. She read over his contact card, because money wasn't all she was interested in. She was interested in him, very interested. She peeked at it, and there was a map of some dock. She looked up at him, wondering why he was giving this to her. She sat back down on the table, running her fingers through her hair to get rid of the bedhead hair she must have from having the most amazing, raw, carnal sex of her life.

"I have a party on my yacht tomorrow evening, of a close group of friends, please attend and I promise to make it worth your while. Say 8:00pm at the marina slip #12, I 'll make sure security knows your coming."


She had just put on her bra when he had invited her onto his yacht. So, he was rich. It was confirmed. She smiled at him, and playing hard to get, she said coyly, "I'll have to check my schedule." She wanted to come so badly, but how would she tell Mike? What was she going to say? He might buy it if she told him that she was going to party with a bunch of her friends, which wasn't completely a lie. She didn't know if there was going to be a spcefic dress code, if she was going to have to wear something fancy or something casual so she just asked him, now that she had his attention.

"Anything I should bring? Or wear?"

 

[Tyr]

John was zipping up and arranging himself so that he was presentable when the girl asked what to wear, his first thought of course was to say nothing, but that didn’t serve his purpose. Watching her dress, thinking of how much he was to enjoy that body.

Don’t have to bring anything, just yourself, everything else will be provided. This isn’t formal so just wear something casual and soft on the eyes.

His own eyes obviously doing just that as he spoke to her. John wasn’t hiding his interest or bashfully turning away, he knew what he liked and had no problem letting others know.

Sometimes the parties can run late, or people have too much to drink, so figure on getting back late.

The girl was just so damn sexy, he’d wish he had more time, to more thoroughly explore and experience her body. Casually straightening his shirt, and cloths, he was happy that his appearance would no longer be disheveled.

Mike had been checking his watch and wondering when Audrey would come out of the VIP room. There were given specific time, and were supposed to no dallying when the timer ran out. Still you could ruin a girl’s tip by rushing in too early, which only pissed the girls off, and lost you the small portion they gave the bouncer. Still he’d checked the watch 3,4,5,6 times in the last several minutes, and he was trying to come up with an excuse that wouldn’t get him in trouble.

John gives the girl a broad smile as he makes to exit.

Thank you very much I had an excellent time. Look forward to seeing you again tomorrow.

He turns and exits the VIP area, their business done. The music continued blaring, and another surgeon's fantasy was unclothing on the stage as he made his way to the door.

Mike let out a sigh of relief when the rich motherfucker came out. Mike almost wanted to walk up to the guy and tell him if he touched his girl wrong, he’d rip his throat out. The reality was he needed the job, and a guy like that would push back, and in a way that Mike knew he’d lose. Fucking rich assholes. As the guy passed, Mike saw Audrey come out and head to the changing area.

 

[angelicxdream]

Audrey had been sitting on the glass table, her legs rocking back and forth, looking at him as he zipped up, licking her lips. She wanted to help him zip it up, it looked like it might be difficult, he had such a large cock when it was hard, and she immeadiately wanted him to fuck her again. But, they didn't have time. And, she had to constantly remind herself that her very loyal, restraining boyfriend was outside. Keeping the business card in her shorts pocket, she waited five minutes until he left. After, she walked out of the booth, placing a "please clean" sign on the curtains to make sure no one would go inside it until it was properly cleaned. She walked out to the dressing room, beginning to change into a white cotton tank-top, and a pair of skinny denim jeans. She didn't have to look far to find Mike, finding him in the club almost instantly. He was standing under the lights, at his usual position, guarding the door. And, it looked like he had been looking for her too, he was checking his watch, and then looked up at the direction of her dressing room, where she was coming from. She had to put her game face on, had to disguise that she had just had sex with a client that paid her a thousand dollars!

"Looking for someone?"

And, she paid most of the rent, and the bills. That's how she got a penthouse apartment with her boyfriend. But, it wouldn't help bringing that up. He'd just feel guilty or start yelling at her, telling her that money wasn't the most important thing in the world. Yeah, right. She was definately coming to that party on the boat. She walked up to Mike, smiling at him, her dirty clothes in the gym bag she was carrying. She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, holding his hand with her free hand, and squeezing it gently. She wondered if she could persuade him to have sex with her tonight. Normally, she didn't ask because she didn't want to always ask for sex. How pathetic was that? But, she was hoping with some candles lit, and maybe some romantic music, he'd be more inclined to shed his clothes like he did at the start of their relationship.

"I'm dieing for a shower. Let's go home."

 

[Tyr]

By the time Mike saw Audrey coming out of the changing area, John was already on the highway speeding along in his turbo Porsche towards his mansion. Mike smiled as she approached, thankful that another day was over. She queried if he was waiting for someone and he quickly quipped back.

Only you baby, only you.

Mike wanted to kiss her full face, but such things would piss off management. He so fucking hated this job, and everything that went with it. So they held hands as they made their way into the parking lot. So to save money he always insisted that they commute together in his old Camaro. Years ago it was a cool muscle car, now it was a multi hued dirty dented mode of transportation. Mike planned to fix it up when he got enough time and of course money. After meeting and moving in with Audrey, Mike was trying to save and build up a next egg. He felt that whatever they did, as a man he had to contribute. Still it was hard to do that when you girlfriend earned several times what you did.

Hey that sounds great; it would be nice to get the smell of smoke off.

The drive took awhile, as they actually lived in a nice neighborhood. In fact as they pulled into the parking garage his car looked out of place amongst the vast majority of luxury European cars. Still Mike knew one day he’d make it and own one. A few more minutes and they were home. Mike opens the door like a gentleman, trying to show Audrey that he was civilized, and not just some muscle-head.

 

[angelicxdream]

Audrey wanted to buy nice things for her boyfriend, but it usually came back to hurt him because she could afford it. Actually, they could afford it. It was in their bank account, and sometimes, she didn't understand why he was penalizing something she wanted to share with him. So, she didn't say a word as he drove them back home. She snuggled into the cars interior, feeling fatigue wash over. It hadn't been that long, half an hour until they arrived, she held his hand when he offered it to her, and pulled him inside, fishing in her purse for the key, and unlocking the door. The first thing she did was dump her dirty clothes in the laundry, as well as her duffle bag because it was so filthy. She walked out into the living room, her feet finding themselves in her pink fluffy slippers, and sat on Mike's lap, her fingers moulding themselves in his hair, bringing him down for a soft kiss. A soft kiss that turned out to be incredibly hot and passionate, pulling him against her body harder, insistent, her tongue finding its way into his mouth almost forcibly. She curved her body around his, pressing against the leather material of the couch, hearing the fabric twist this way and that, taking his mind off the television for a while. She demanded his attention, her tongue flicking against the entrance of his mouth, just dying to be fucked by her boyfriend. She hadn't had enough release this evening and she was taking it out on Mike. She just hoped she wouldn't moan the wrong name in bed.

She had forgotten all about the shower, her fingers roaming down his strong, muscled back, feeling him up through the thin fabric of his shirt, before pulling away to breathe heavily against his ear, almost panting. She took this opportunity to lift his shirt up, flinging it aside, leaving kisses down the side of his neck, before sucking hungrily on the adam's apple, her tongue flicking this way and that. She paused, taking her mouth out of the freshly made hickey and laid her head on his chest for a moment.

"Did you like the show today?" Of course, she was just asking about herself. She really didn't want nor need to hear about how good the other girls did, even though she made the most. But, he usually knew what she liked to hear and what got her upset. And, he always tried to avoid upsetting her.

She listened to him speak, her fingers drifting in and out of his hair idily, like she was taking a moment to breathe from what she had just done to him, pressing her lips against his cheek.

 

[Tyr]

Mike was surprised when Audrey plotted into his lap and initiates a kiss. Often when she came home she was tired and worn, and just went through the motions, before crashing. He understood the club took it out of both of them, and it was hard at times, even with such a sexy girl to not want to come home and crash. At least he got to come home with her, where the other losers went home with nothing, like that fucking rich guy. He either had a woody in pants or a wet spot, cause that’s what the girls did to guys like him, and that poor fucker would just keep coming back for more and more of that shit, thinking he had a chance to go home with one of the dancers, when he had none. Some guy might get lucky with one of sleazier dancer, but not his Audrey, and he made sure of that.

Even though it turned his stomach, he knew that all that rubbing sometimes got Audrey all hot and bothered. Mike just rationalizes it as the rich fuckers loss and his gain. So he returns the impassioned kiss, with equal zeal, lifting his arms up when she pulls his shirt off. The television long forgotten as his sexy girlfriend wiggled in his lap.

You always look good; I just hate it when those losers try to touch you.

Mike could feel her body just brushing against his as lightly kissed his cheek. Putting down the remote, he wraps his arms around her, pulls her close. He knew he was a lucky guy, and he was just so afraid he didn’t measure up to a girl like her. Both hands run up her back, fingers splayed as his grips her tight.

You’re the sexiest girl there by far, baby.

Her touch was for Mike was an affirmation of their relationship, and her desire for him. What else did he have to offer but his love, he wasn’t rich, he wasn’t smart, he wasn’t suave, he was just a regular Joe.